John Z, J-RoD - Til Infinity lyrics

Who's hot? you ain't expect a
Kid from red dot
To be flowing knowing he showing
That he got a shot
To be a damn monster, attention yo I got that
You got as much attention
As a myspace contract
People noticed me before I said "i can rap"
Now I'm looking gifted in the present
What a christmas
I ain't finished being number one
You sub for zeroes combated against mortals
Now I'm lookin' like a hero
I got dreams, to be up on the scene
Destroying you with hooks you
Should call me kareem
And ain't no fiasco when I tell you I beam
You got a juicy flow? now
You know that's a dream
Like my mom and my pops and my bro and my sis
Then I came and I got a little bro ever since
96' like the end of fresh prince
But a new era began and
I ask "who'll stop it?"
Huh? who'll stop it?
Changing the game so much
Dudes say he's out of pocket
I still charge to the stars like a rocket
Houston, there's a problem
This is me getting started in
13 til infinity (break) I said
Houston, there's a problem
This is me getting started in
13 til infinity

I write my shit for hip hop heads
But hip hops dead
So I'm spitting for some zombies
Like big pop and them
Spitting like a whole lot of lip locking kids
While they parents trip to get
From they kids like bullies
Who be spitting just to get
Some attention from society
I be so sick like IVs
Spitting like phlegm, excuse me, ahem
I be so sick when rhyming
My brother was born in '93
So I'm spitting for the ones
Brought up in the 90's
Trying to get by with life high
While my niggas steady living the high life
And my niggas steady spitting what they
Living giving everything they got
While we chilling on the block and it's hot
Spitting chilly so it freeze spitting
Willy like we free but niggas in the pen cuz
Some pigs and some bids
Easy, cuz they listen when you spit

I'm lost in the world but I roam it
I lean like a tower, but I own it
I'm copping my dreams, while you cop donuts
I ain't killing for the kicks
You dudes can foam up
I'll stay low-key, while you just hoping
That you gonna blow up but
It's a cole world homie
Ain't nobody bringing they A-game
I stay bringing it plus
I kill it 2 times 2 before you adjust
With a pen and pad, and I got the midas touch
This is just round 1 and I knocked it out son
No pun, my mind big ain't need no L
I put it on for the city
You feel me? this is
For them ones who workin' from 9 to 5
The ones who want the
American Dream to capitalize
And ain't nobody thinking my rhymes
Would be this fly
The ones I compete with are
Already in the sky
I mean that more than anything I ever have
My voice gonna have more
Power than LeBron's hands
You say I'm all talk but what am I doing
I'm talking in a rhythm and
I'm doing it smoothly

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